I love my son, Adrian, to death. He’s good with kids, a talented athlete (he loves racquetball and is a gymnastics/parkour coach), a hard worker (at the Gym, our McDonald’s, and as a care giver for his sister) and loves Jesus. But- and some of you will understand this better than others- he is a boy. At 18, he’s still a boy. We tease him (in love) a lot about being forgetful, unhygienic, and often brain dead.

For example, Sunday he went to Home Depot- TWICE- WITH SCREW IN HAND- for another screw EXACTLY THE SAME AS THE ONE HE WAS HOLDING, and came back with the wrong size screw both times. It is this “brain dead” aspect which makes this video so funny.

Eva is 18 months and a big talker. She’s been speaking in sentences for several months, and for the most part people (even outside our family) can understand her. But not when it comes to this one word. Apparently “Adrian” is difficult for her. But at the same time it is soooo fitting in our teasing of him.

So, our own precious “Idiot” will be heading off to the International ALERT Academy in about 3 weeks. He’s starting with their Basic Training camp for 9 weeks. It is an amazing growth opportunity for boys who need to turn into young men. I’m super excited for him, I think it is a great fit for him, but it is the first time I will have been separated from one of my kids for this long. Of course, Tristan’s been gone for 6+ years (since November 7, 2008), but that is not by choice! I miss Tristan desperately, and I know I will miss my Idiot, too, but it is time for this boy to take some big steps in his maturity and spiritual growth as well. Maybe by June we can teach Eva to say Adrian, and he will no longer be our little “Idiot.”

Now I get to go play “Invisible Go Fish” with J’onn for invisible money. My only child who will have more fun with pretend cards than the real thing.

–Thanks to Becca (one of Hailey’s best friends & Madeline’s care giver) for catching Eva’s Idiot on video for posterity’s sake!

“It was an accident!”

It has always amazed me how when my kids have an “accident”- they completely lose their ability to comprehend, act, or even move. If Cory spills his chocolate milk for the third time that day, all he can do is stand there, mouth agape, and stare at it. How old are they when this goes away?

Today we were pushing shopping carts out of Wally World to my van. I had one filled with groceries, and Clara was pushing one behind me with J’onn, Cory & Eva sitting in it. All of a sudden I hear a scream, and I turn to see Presley under Clara’s cart up to her hips. She’s flat on the ground, boots off, and cars coming.

So what is Clara (11 – turning 12 in 1 month) doing to fix the situation? Standing with her mouth agape, looking down at Presley. She looked up at me and said “It was an accident!” But what was she doing to fix her ‘accident’? NOTHING!

Now, I really try to behave at Wal-Mart, because I figure somebody has to. But in the midst of oncoming traffic, and my eight-year-old pinned to the ground under a cart, I yelled at Clara, “I don’t care if it was an accident! Move your cart!” She closed her mouth and backed up off her sister.  I made sure Presley was ok and that she got her boots on. We continued to the van, and I think I yelled something like, “Can you try and not have any more of your ‘accidents’, please?”

So now I realize that I totally fit in at Wal-Mart- at least on this trip. Out of control kids being led by their out of control mom. Nice. But wait- this is not supposed to be about me, not this time anyway! At what age do mouths close and thinking kicks in? At what age will they do something about the bottle of apple juice laying on its side with no lid, pouring out onto the counter, down the cupboard (on the outside and inside of the door) and making a puddle on the floor?

Hailey & Adrian act- but I don’t remember when that kicked in. I would have to guess it kicked in with Hailey earlier than with Adrian though. I don’t think Tristan had the opportunity for “action” to kick in. Madeline doesn’t count. So with that logic, my guess is that the earliest it happens is at 12 years of age. Because apparently it isn’t at 11.

First, fast post.

So it is a Sunday evening and I am avoiding the kitchen- tacos tends to be messy. I have signed up and edited the “About” page while nursing Eva Amora. (Eva from Wall-E, Amora from Enchantress. Thank you to Tristan for also picking a girl’s name when he picked his brother’s name.) She got off my lap a few minutes ago and just emptied a box of 48 crayons (now they’ll never be in the right order), thrown my “important” papers off my printer, strewn pretzel sticks around and stepped on them, and is now grunting with a strange look on her face…. And now it stinks. “Eva, go see Daddy.” “Oh-Tay mom!… Hi Dad!” I expect to be beckoned any minute from across the hallway. My fantastic husband, who is currently engrossed for the sixth time in a rerun of Castle, will inform me that Eva needs her diaper changed- oops, can’t type fast enough. Cory just said, “Mom. Mom. Mom!” I muttered a “What?” He continued, “Call me Flash. Oh, and Eva stinks.” I guess Cory takes after his Dad, so much so that he now speaks for him.

Ok then, a poopy diaper awaits. Thanks for reading, I hope to update our adventures often and I hope you enjoy.